today we celebrate God
becoming known
visible
concrete
flesh
God as a baby
not just a baby
but a baby of poverty
a stranger in a strange town
The Sacred could have come
In any manner imaginable
and we tend to clothe the sacred
with power
even anger
with the hard fist of justice
we make God big, really big
but mostly we make God OURS
our God (as opposed to your)
for US
ooooops!
perhaps it is time to reboot
those who picture a God who judges a and punishes
who submits people to aids and natural disasters
and hates, we most everyone it seems
maybe we need to go back to that baby
that little intimate God
who is accessible to everyone
the poor
the dirty
the ignorant
the theologically unsophisticated
the people who not only didn’t keep the rules
but couldn’t keep the rules
and perhaps didn’t even really know them
the sacred enfleshed
is accessible to all
for all
and even with all, even the lowliest
in the most literal of ways
may you hug close to you
as you might hug a child you love
or a grandchild
the presence of the sacred
for it wants nothing more
and nothing less
than that kind of closeness
for that is what the Sacred
is all about
doubt that?
Go back to the Christmas story once again
God did not choose that method by accident
Serious!
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